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| Father Patterson, our ships have completed their scan of the area and found nothing. If the Drunken Action figure went into light-speed, it'll be on the other side of somewhere in a field in Hampshire by now. |
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| Our ships have sighted the Flaccid Wardrobe, lord. But...it has entered a lemur field and we cannot risk... |
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